Brown pine needles, ultra fine powdered soil, yarrow buds, and fleeting balsamroot blooms. It doesn't look like much, but it smells like summer and childhood and remembrance to me. As I was holding this thought - connecting to the now and then, the quiet roar of the river roar was broken with a mom biking with her small child in a trailer across the river saying "can you smell that nice pine cone smell?" that same moment I was holding my Nana teaching me that. It goes on, it continues - the child answered enthusiastically "yes yes!" The cycle of it all.
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